The Double Book.

Oh yeah. I am officially the master of double booking, my life has gone from everyday by myself working till 11 pm, to a crammed schedule of fun and commitments. My friends complain about not having enough of me, which seems ironic as I think back on many weekends by myself hoping any of my friends would be willing to hang out. It’s the law of attraction, its a rubberband of opposite energies, the more you pull away, the more tension is built. Many days I felt completely forgotten by my friends and yearning for a companion that would improve my life. Now, my friends bitch and moan, and I am supposed to be exactly the same as before, and have all the time in the world to dedicate to people who believe in their own time and space and their own privacy, who would bail out on you if it was in their best interest. So what about my privacy, my best interest? But whatever, this is just an observation, if I really felt bad enough about it I would do something, truth is, there is little room for bad in my life, and the people I am with are people I want to be with, people who care about me, who are interested in what I may have to say… don’t get me wrong, I love my friends, but there is a balance to be attained, and sometimes it seems like I have to adjust to my friend’s schedule’s instead of just doing what I want to do whenever I want to do, which is exactly what they do. In any case, I gotta get organized, I have to dedicate more time to my friends and my company and I feel things are the way they should be and its probably better that I am not an easy person to see lately, that might just make people appreciate me a little more. There was a time when it used to be like that, when I would drive down from Gainesville every three weeks just so I could be with my friends for two days, back then I would feel appreciated, back then I was a commodity. Oh well, such is life, and its only up to me to appreciate myself, cause other people have their own selfs to appreciate as well.